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THREE —— I'M ALWAYS RUNNING FROM SOMETHING
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105 AC, KING'S LANDING.
It's late into the day, shadows stretching long, and still, Morrigan feels restless in her very bones— old haunts and ghosts following her around like her own shadow.
She takes in a long breath, trying to clear her head, hoping to at least settle down enough to get a few moments of sleep before she needs to rise again in the morning. Not that she has many hopes for it, but she supposes it is worth a try after all.
Taking a walk in the solitude of the Red Keep, avoiding any guards who might get her into trouble, is certainly better than tossing and turning in her bed, hating the room for the prison it is to her in that moment.
So, like a ghost, Morrigan is making her long walk through the halls of the Red Keep, no real destination in her mind other than the dawn of the next morning.
It feels endless. It feels like seconds.
Morrigan used to have many nights like this, kept awake by homesickness— now, it's something entirely else.
And the last thing she wants to think of are her ghosts.
Maybe it's that knowledge— maybe it's just the curiosity that'd driven her to explore all the crooks and corners of Storm's End as a young girl— that causes her to stop and turn her head, listening when she hears muted footsteps— walking closer.
Without thinking about it, Morrigan presses herself against the wall, ducking into an alcove, hidden entirely between the shadows behind the banner.
Only now, she notices how close she has come to the small council's chambers. It must've been them she'd heard.
Silently cursing, Morrigan moves to put distance between herself and the council— being found wandering in the dark like this right here could most certainly get her into trouble if she was unlucky— when her gaze catches on an edge in the alcove that does not quite add up. It almost looks like a small space to slip through into a narrow hallway behind the large banner— and Morrgian swears there's the edge of a human shadow on the small space of floor she can see from here.
